So there was this man from Virginia who was delivering cotton seed today. He greets my uncle and I, and they get on a conversation about farming.
My cousin’s tragic accident was brought up, and the man asked about what had happened. We told him, and he asked “Well, if you don’t mind, I would like to say a prayer.” So he did, and he blessed our farm, asked God to protect it and help us all heal from Mike’s death. He also told the Lord that he better let Mike help us with our work in spirit.
Although it may sound overly cheesy (I think it does as I am writing it), but it really brought a smile to my face. Instead of telling us how “truly sorry he is” or “Wow that must be horrible”, he took a situation that is honestly causing depression on this farm, and turned it into a positive outlook.
Now I know his actions may not follow along with many of people’s beliefs, but I think it’s a reminder that no matter what happens, always keep your head up and change something that is bothering you into something that helps you.
Today I thought a lot about Mike. But this time, instead of memories from after his accident and the funeral, I thought about Mike as for who he was, and how (under my beliefs) he is now protecting us and giving us hope.
Today was definitely a good day just because of this.
I feel like my weight loss is at a permanent plateau :/
Homophobes who say “but the gay lifestyle leads to depression and higher risks of suicide”.
Like really? And why is that? Whose fault do you think that is?
Holy cow I really have neglected my blog this past month X.x
This past week was honestly the biggest nightmare of my life. My dad’s cousin was in a horrible farm equipment accident on my walk home from work. It was a miracle that they could even revive him long enough for his loving family to say goodbye.
The scariest part about it is that could have been any one of us.